'How well they ravish ev'ry fense, And fill up all the foul! Where happy minds repos'd in thy embrace, And in ineffable delight, Feast on thy love, and on thy fight Thro' all eternity employ Their pow'rs fublime, and equal to their joy. 11. Fain would the humble muse aspire, And finks the more, the more fhe ftrives to rife. Drags down the bright, immortal part, For them with eafe neglects the distant joys above. Delia, whom propitious Heav'n The fofteft cure for my worft ille has giv'n; To end in wand'ring thro' life's tedious road, Tear from my heart each wildest care, Look down with pity on my ftate, And fnares, and baits, and darkness all around. Tempts me from Virtue's noble toils, Long her bewitching dictates to obey, Thou art my guide, and if thou lead, Ev'n yet, perhaps, I Virtue's paths may tread, Trace without fear the bright, but toilsome way: If thou neglect thy care, infallibly I fray. Thus, if a poor, benighted traveller Sees in the gloomy skies one friendly star, Then thro' the horrors of the night, With cautious steps, pursues his doubtful way, IV. How ftrange, alas, my frailties be! I find temptations ev'n in thee: Diffolv'd in blifs, and melting in thy arms, I loose the relifh of celeftial charms; On thee alone my wand'ring thoughts employ, And loft in thee, forget fuperior joy. O thou, whofe unrefifted fway My wildeft paflions still obey! Ufe all thy pow'r, each bafer thought control, Inftru&t my feeble fancy to conceive Joys above all that earth, or thou canst give. That I too might th' immortal transports know, Scarce the bright cherubs, or the blefs'd above, Scarce all their harps, and all their lays, Or reach in loftier notes the triumphs of his love. V. Whene'er I read the moving lines, Where well exprefs'd the lofty subject hines, And all the fkies are open'd to my view : Hail, manfions worthy your creator, God! A place in your bright palaces? Who could refufe, fuch glories to obtain, With vig'rous zeal in Virtue's cause engage, Heav'ns! how the hideous form offends my fight! How foon the gen'rous raptures fade! O help me ftill! let the great theme you've fung III. With careful hafte the frighted god Vifits the upper air, and gains The fertile Syracufian plains, And Pergus' banks made bleft by thy abode. A fofter paffion did remove, And turn'd his ftubborn foul to love: In one short moment he draws near, O dear companions of my virgin joys! O all ye kindred deities! And thou, great Sire, the ruler of the skies, Vain regrets, and fruitlefs cries! The earth divides to make the monarch way :: With wond'ring joy receives the beauteous prey, V. Heav'ns! what wild cares her foul,oppreft! See in Etnean furnaces She lights avenging fires. Unhappy ifland! defolated plain! Thou faw'ft her raging hand Burn rifing crops, a grateful load, Spread wide deftruction o'er her favourite land, And ruin all the bleflings it beftow'd. VI. Cold, dull reafon, hence! begone! 1 Transports to vulgar breasts unknown; Wild and roving be my fire, My numbers loose and unconfin'd, As when above I charm'd, and touch'd th' audacious lyre. I would not please by artful lays; Let others curious gardens praife, Their nice exactnefs does but tire my fight, And less than happy chance delight: I love the foreft's wafte retreat, Goddefs, all thy power muft own, Nor facrifice preserve from thee. And moulder into common clay; Themselves to yield at last, and thy ftern force obey. Doom'd long before to fall at Troy, Dipt him all o'er in Styx's wave, Yet left a place for Fate, and mourn'd the daring boy. "VIII.. How num'rous are the worlds of dead, That o'er thy vaft domain are spread! The Aubborn deftinies no mercy show; |